This is my metaphorical finish-line visit to the commissaire to claim first place in the “Multiple-Category Category”. The categories : mountain bike, road bike, fixie, BMX, cyclocross and cargo-bike. WITH costume changes for each category, no less.

My 160.934 Kilometres (100 miles for you metric hold-outs in the USA) of Nowhere began at dawn on a chilly winter’s day in Ipswich – 4 degrees Celcius (again for the Americans: 39 degrees Fahrenheit). First up – mountain biking. Technically the first leg of my ride was Somewhere, not Nowhere. This was forgivable because my mates were expecting me and I couldn’t let them down, and it was only 20km (12.4 miles).

Being fairly new to mountain biking I may have fallen off more than once, but being well-practised at falling off I sustained no life-threatening injuries.

After that, the bulk of my miles were achieved upon my trusty road bike, upon my hated rollers. Why, you might ask, do I hate my rollers so?

Because every so often they make me go from this position :

to this position :

Thankfully my wife and children were close by, and whenever I ended up helpless on the floor like an upside-down turtle they were quickly on the scene to laugh and take photos.

As the day wore on and there were brief spells on the fixie (with hipster jeans – very difficult to get on the bike in tight jeans incidentally) :

Followed by the cargo bike (with sensible I’m-just-going-to-the-shops attire) :

Followed by the daughter’s BMX bike :

Followed by the CX bike (very noisy tyre tread on the rollers) :

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And finally back on the road bike again in the beloved Ipswich Cycling Club colours :

At this point I had a serious craving for some beef jerky. But I couldn’t have any beef jerky. Because the Australian Customs Service confiscated my jerky ! Darn Australian Customs….

In conclusion, some might say that this endeavour was just an excuse to parade myself on my collection of bicycles on the interweb, and they would be correct. But it was also a chance to do something silly, yet difficult, for a good cause.

Nicely done. Impressive stable. I submitted my own 100MON report but in case it doesn’t get published let me say that I am completely impressed by anyone that can last that long on rollers or an indoor trainer. I really struggle (mentally, not quite as much physically) to hit an hour at a time. I made it over 5 hours on a real bike and fell short of the full 100. No way could I do it inside. I wouldn’t have made 50. So kudos to all who did.

Wonderful race report! the hipster pic made me laugh hugely, much to co-workers amusement. We had an event here in Victoria, BC, Canada that had lycra vs. denim and there were many a hipster there racing on fixies in full hipster gear…SCARY ;-)